Sucker lyrics

[The E ]
Hey yo Boss

OG Style in effect

Yo, a lotta those groups out there think that they on top of the game
Well, why don't we let em know what's up

[VERSE 1: The E ]
Take three paces and step back
Cause I'm not afraid of no knick-knacks
A lot of that lip is just flip-flap
Same old nonsense, it's all crap
You try to come for somethin I know
You're braggin on yourself, still weak, bro
Never will I ever be solo
I'm down with Boss, so now you know
Pick up the pieces where I left off
Funky MC cause I get off
You get beamed and then you turn off
You act aggravated and you burn off
I'm from Houston and I get hyped
Freak a lotta girls cause I'm that type
I drink Coke, I don't drink Sprite
I wear Nikes, but not Flights
I ride a Benz if I have to
I prefer a limo cause it grabs you
Thinkin I'm blind I'm lookin at you
Holdin on my record like a statue
Sucker
[VERSE 2: The E ]
Time to start the rhyme scheme over
My dog's name is Dick, not Rover
I don't believe in four-leaf clovers
The rhyme style is dope but I'm sober
The name of the crew's called OG
Which consist of Boss and E
We produce a rapper named Divine MC
Who's down with the Nation Posse
Now it's time to change context
Gimme a mic and watch me flex
Your style's simple, mine's complex
Listen to the style that I inject
Funky is the term that I go by
See a fly girl and I go "hi"
Make a lotta money cause I talk fly
I speak the truth and I don't lie
Wear a Rap-A-Lot watch not a Timex
Use a jimmy hat, I like safe sex
When I do a show I'm in effect
Now listen to the way that I direct
Sucker
[VERSE 3: The E ]
Give it up, bro, don't try to play me
You might be a lotta things but you're not E
You're just a sucker tryin to play MC
But that's funny, you're rappin to a wack beat
I shine bright as the sun cause I'm a starlight
I get busy as a beaver when I jam right
Before a show I practice so it's all tight
I'm a perfectionist, this is not a psyche
Sucker
Hey yo Boss

Why don't break the track down a little something like this?

[VERSE 4: The E]
So what's up, bro, with that cheap stuff you're talkin
Your played out jealousy's in your eye when I'm walkin
But you're delighted to see the phase that I bring
You get a glimpse, you're content with what I swing
I'm like a hawk, I see what you attempt to hide
In my stride you'll divide while I glide
And to the OG saga you will forever succumb
Your raps are hum-drum cause you're dumb
How could you be so illiterate to think that you could baffle me
When I house it's a catastrophy
I'm the Original E, formerly of a Phase 3
Dropped a sucker, now it's OG
Long live the reign of the rhyme therapist
Microphone terrorist
Sucker